002. [Anonymous Text - Nightmare Plot, forward-dated by a few hours]

[twinsanity]

[There's an anonymous text hitting the network sometime after the clock rolls over to the fourteenth of the month; it's one of those hours that's either extremely early or extremely late, depending on one's point of view. The ID is an unknown one, of the sort that's obviously hacked-together but poorly-done; at the same time, its owner isn't exactly caring about quality right now.]

If anyone is still alive, send me something. A message, a story, some stupid file you have lying around, I don't care. Some sort of contact. Who I am doesn't matter. I don't care if we've never spoken before.

Just send me something. Anything.

Please.

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[Text]

[crackpotcrocker]

[Denzel is rather curious on who this but for the moment, his curiosity isn't getting the better of him to try and trace the ID, even if it 'untraceable'. Though the fantic tone of the message, Crocker can relate at the moment with the nightmares. Even if the man isn't the most comforting.]

Well, since you asked so nicely. Yes, someone is here.


[Attached is a file photo of an completed incubator with a fairy nursey theme on the glass. Someone isn't sleeping just working.]

[anon text forever]

[twinsanity]

That's...good. It's good to hear it. It's been one of those nights.

Is that thing yours, or just a convenient image?

[anon text forever]

[crackpotcrocker]

Oh no. Don't get so quick to be optimistic. [After all life isn't like that or at least Crocker thinks.] The world will crash before you know it again. You'll see - YOU'LL SEE!

Bah. Typical. Of course it's mine!

[text]

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Blake's staring at the dark ceiling when his phone makes noise. He gropes for it and rubs at his eyes until he can make out the message. It still feels unreal, like it could be part of the dream.]

Nobody's dead.

[He sends that, then lays back.]

[Hell. He's not getting back to sleep any time soon. Not with that picture floating back up when he closes his eyes.]

[He picks up the phone again.]

You want a story?

[He punches in the first thing he can think of.]

Once, there was this guy who was breaking into a house by climbing down the chimney. Thing is, it was narrower than he thought, and he got stuck.

So somebody comes home and finds him, and they call the police.

The police get there, and shine a light up the chimney at this guy. The cop calls out, "Hey. What're you doing up there?"

The guy hanging there, all he says is, "Everybody's gotta be somewhere."

[anon text forever]

[twinsanity]

[Well, as disgruntled as the first text makes him, it's confirmation that someone's out there; the story, however...all right, it's stupid as hell, but it's managed to distract him for the time being.]

And how true that is, isn't it.

Something you witnessed, or just something you've heard?

[text]

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Hey, "nobody's dead" is good news.]

Yeah. It comes to mind a lot lately, whenever I'm telling a rock to shoot lasers at a seahorse or whatever else passes for day-to-day life around here.

Just one of those stories that gets passed around the station.

[Thinking about the old, simple, normal things like sitting around drinking coffee and shooting the shit makes Blake miss it. The homesickness hits him with a hard, sharp kick, maybe all the more for how long it's been since he thought about it.]

Hey. Where're you from?

[text]

[enjoymyatelier]

[...well, at least there's someone on the network at this ungodly hour, because lord knows Kayneth wasn't going to get any more sleep tonight. Well, more accurately, he didn't want to, and surely this would be more engaging than just blearily reading through things he could ask about in the morning...]

The world's still here, at any rate. If you're looking for some sort of distraction, I suppose I could tell you what I'm currently looking into, though I've no idea if you'll find it interesting or not.

[anon text forever]

[twinsanity]

[Well, that actually has potential to be interesting, doesn't it; it's not so much that he's looking for a distraction as he is replies that aren't generic things that his brain made up, and that...sounds good, actually.

And besides, beggars can't be choosers, even if they'd like to be.]

"Looking into"...?

Either way, a distraction would be lovely, and I'm not going anywhere.

[text forever]

[enjoymyatelier]

[PRETEND THERE ARE REALLY NICE DRAWINGS OF DROWZEE AND MUNNA ATTACHED TO THIS MESSAGE]

Very well, then - I've been researching two similar evolutionary lines, Drowzee and Munna. Despite being superficially quite different, they do share some intriguing characteristics. First off, both appear to resemble tapirs, if that means anything to you. That's not particularly strange in and of itself, even though tapirs aren't exactly the most common of animals.

However, what is strange is that both of them are Psychic type, and both of them are noted for a particular characteristic - they use the dreams of sleeping humans and Pokemon for sustenance.

text;

[nostabbing]

[...Well, that seems legit. Weird, but legit. :|a

THEREFORE: ]

[anon text forever]

[twinsanity]

[Wh...]

At risk of asking obvious questions, why would one put a cat in a breadbox...?

[nostabbing]

I didn't put him in there. He got in there on his own. Did you even watch the video?

[surpassedjupiter]

[Even Phi isn't so cold that she could ignore something like that. Besides, she could use the distraction herself.]

You have three doors in front of you. Behind one is a car. Behind the other two are...let's say rabbits. If you like rabbits, pretend they're an animal you don't like. Point is, you want the car, not a fluffy bunny.

Would you like to choose door A, door B, or door C?

[anon text forever]

[twinsanity]

[...Well, either he's tripping harder than he thought he was, or there are, in fact, people out there and awake at this hideous hour.

But really, why not; it's late and clearly everyone needs something to do with themselves. So... :|a ]

Let's go with door B.

[surpassedjupiter]

[First of all, how dare you choose B against her. Second... Aren't most young people up at this hour anyway? Twenty is still young! It's the perfect cover.]

Good. Now I'm going to open door C. It's a rabbit.

Do you want to stick with door B, or will you switch to A?

[....text?]

[beholdmydemons]

["Still alive"?...tch.

Sent: one picture of a neon "OPEN" sign, from a cafe in Saffron.]

[anon text forever]

[twinsanity]

[...y...es...it's complicated]

How very symbolic of you.

It's appreciated anyway.

[Text]

[tearsofademon]

[This text comes to you from Ryner's Clefairy, who has been Keeping Watch because none of the nocturnal ones are out tonight and she's not letting her dear partner be out of anyone's sight for even an instant all month because last year was just horrible and she thinks she heard something weird happened in October the two years before and

but ignoring Rose's mental ramblings

She sees your text and feels like responding while she's watching her dear partner while he sleeps. So yes.]

Hi!

[anon text forever]

[twinsanity]

[Well, that. That is, indeed, something, isn't it.]

Hello...?

[text]

[triptoprofiling]

I'm reading a book about anti-gravity.

It's impossible to put down.

[anon text forever]

[twinsanity]

[Did you just - ]

Oh, that's terrible.

( text )

[timidnature]

If you like I can recite a diana to you. It's kind of like a poem or a song from my home.

( text )

[twinsanity]

...That would be appreciated, yes.

[godaime]

What the hell is someone else doing up this late?

[ Tsunade's drinking has led her to forget what time it is. A friendly neighborhood reminder that it's hella early would be appreciated! Unless he wants to humiliate her further... ]

[anon text forever]

[twinsanity]

[Well, it's arguable that it's hella late. It...all depends on your point of view, really...]

Well, I could ask you the same thing, couldn't I?